bonjour, tout le monde (hi, everyone)! i just had a seven-layer bar, have been running into vampire-themed stuff everywhere, and can't seem to get to sleep. so, out of my strange mind comes this (i actually started it 3 months earlier, but had the inspiration to finish it tonight). and this - well, just check it out. i don't believe i'll disappoint you. read, review, and enjoy, s'il vous plaît!

Captured In A Thousand Fragments of You

-By-

MistyRose14

He had a flair for being dreamy.

He had a knack for being seductive.

And he had a way of crawling under my skin.

You could say that he was my high, my disease. No matter what he is, he’s mine.

I stood, leaning against the massive glass window taking up one full wall of the hotel room. This was luxurious, and this was way more than I could afford, or ever hope to afford. But this…I had been waiting a long time for this. I couldn’t even identify exactly what I wanted, what I needed at the moment. All I could feel was adrenaline - and it felt better than any other sensation that existed in the world.

And this twisted desire to meet with him was the cause. Anytime, anyplace, and anything else he wanted. It was the kind of insanity that I tried to break free from at first, but after a while, I couldn’t fight it anymore. I was on the edge, right where I wanted to be, which was with him.

The door opened smoothly, and as he entered, I refused to turn my head to see him. I had to tease him; feel his pure golden irises burn into my back. He tossed his jacket onto a nearby chair and flicked on a lamp while he loosened his tie, the weak light spreading across the remaining walls of the room.

“Are you sure you didn’t want to get a drink from the bar?” He asked suavely as he continued to approach me. Although he was several feet away from me, I could sense his breath on my skin, forming Goosebumps on every single inch of my skin. One simple suggestion from him always sent my senses wild, hoping that with each question, they would become more daring, more dangerous.

“Fujimi?” The way he called my name was like the sound of a bell - so clear, so strong.

“Allon,” I replied, my tongue enjoying the exotic name. “This view is all I need.” At last, I turned to meet his gaze. His bright teeth, shining brilliantly like stars, pulled my attention fully into his grin.

“Perfect,” he stated, continuing to diminish the distance between us. Strands of his midnight black hair fell over his eyes as he approached, a slightly amused expression on his face. The dark indigo strapless dress I had finally worked up the nerve to wear felt tight, my chest rapidly expanding and contracting to keep up with the amount of air that was filling my lungs.

“And the moonlight…” I breathed out when he was barely inches from my face. This seemingly mutual fascination of eachother was too strong.

“Mm.” His agreement was a low murmur, while he wrapped an arm around my waist and drew me in closer. I tried to contain my urge to jump when he began to massage my neck with his free hand - the touch was similar to static electricity to me.

I knew it was his last night here. I knew that I had gotten too attached to him. There was so much that I knew…but did anyway. None of that seemed to matter compared to way he surrounded me. Whether it was uncontrollable attraction or intense love, I couldn’t tell. It was almost as if the connection from my brain to my body was short-circuited every time he was near.

“M-maybe I should h-have taken the drink…” I regretted aloud sheepishly as I felt his lips wander closer to my ear. To make matters worse, I saw the city lights below me through the full glass wall. I tried to move as discreetly as I could while he followed me fervently to reach the deep crimson velvet curtains.

“Really?” He whispered in amusement, yet refused to pause. “Don’t you think…it’s a little too late for that?” His voice wasn’t accusing - but it was almost as if he were speaking to a small child.

My breathing felt heavy as I reached for the long, golden rope to pull the curtains down. The moment until I finally released the velvet drapes, seemed to last for forever as I struggled to take in oxygen. As I watched the crimson veil the moonlit view, I sighed. “Y-you’re…right,” I answered, feeling drained of any energy.

He pulled away, his brilliant amber eyes shining as they studied my fear-filled jade irises. “I always am. Always.”

I gazed at him in breathless wonder, knowing to the very depth of my soul how true his words were. “And…I…am..?” I blurted out, curious as to what made him so drawn to me. Or was it me drawn to him? His reply would solve this perplexing case of internal doubt.

“My existence - or at least, for now.” His voice grew soft, but his eyes remained confidently on mine. The grip he held on me was an intriguing combination of gentle and firm while he tugged me over to a lavish leather couch hidden from the immense window by the curtains.

At that moment, I felt my heart jump. Those were the words every woman aspired to hear. To sustain another’s life - that was all I truthfully craved. Now, I was desired, I was essential, I was…in untainted ecstasy.

Curled up in his arms, I wordlessly absorbed his kisses, his pleasure, and his slightly spine-tingling whispers in my ear. Nothing could change if I remained like this. We would preserve an inimitable instant in time, merely by submitting every minor touch, each soft murmur to memory. So I remained frozen in my intoxication, allowing him to wash over me completely.

Allon reluctantly drew away, pressing himself into his chair with his eyes closed. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead, a pained expression accompanying the inconsiderable perspiration. Something was wrong - he couldn’t conceal it from me too well.

With trembling hands, I reached up at him, to direct his attention back to me. He opened his eyes at my touch, gazing intensely as if to dive into my soul.

“Why?” I breathed out. “Why do you-”

His hands furiously gripped my wrists, startling me. Yet his irises never hinted any signs of displeasure. He leaned his head forward, bringing his mouth down to my neck. I felt moisture and the cool chill of his breath against the smooth flesh.

“I ask you to give me existence, Fujimi,” Allon demanded in a low, vaguely ominous tone. “This is all I’ve ever wanted.”

Restrained by my hopeful fantasies to protest, I closed my eyes, inhaling deeply through my mouth. His words were now enigmatic, only generating further temptation. Whatever he required, I would provide. I would provide…

It felt as if a thousand icy needles punctured my skin at once, leaving miniature burns when they left, while the muscles picked up the same paralyzing sensation spreading through my bloodstream. Unlike any injury or animal bite I had sustained, I felt my whole body pulse and quiver in shock. My eyes widened in distress, and I clutched at his clothes in impulse. It was then; as I gripped the fabrics, creating fresh wrinkles did I realize what was going on.

Everything. It was all for blood, for life. Never for love - and I had hit the point of no return.

“A-Allon!” I pathetically shrieked, thrashing around in his grasp. “N-No…you…”

I gasped when he released his mouth from me, withdrawing sluggishly while wiping a crumpled white sleeve across his lips, gleaming scarlet in the diffused light. The enthralling atmosphere I felt earlier was amplified now within me, regardless of the tremendous fright I had just experienced. My head drowned in a shadowy haze, as I tried to focus my vision on him. But it wasn’t possible anymore.

“Y-You…used me?” The claim even mystified myself.

He did not reply at first, fixing his stare intently on the wound continuing to faintly gush blood. After a few seconds, he dropped his head. “Yes. I can’t lie to you, Fujimi-”

“Get out of here!” I pled in anguish, rolling off of him in disgust. The ground made contact with my back with a piercing thud, the resulting pain causing me to lay there, consciousness slipping away. “I…was foolish to…to trust you.”

Allon rose from the couch, striding over to the window and drawing back the curtains to allow the moonlight from the city to collect on me as I rest in a steadily growing pool of crimson. “I couldn’t do anything to stop you.”

“You could.” My voice returned to me with fierce bitterness. “I wonder…which victim number I am…” I coughed, while an irritating roughness formed in my throat.

“Don’t say anymore!” He begged, refusing to glance back at me. “I already know - and I can’t help it.” Pressing his clean hand against the glass, he leaned his posture towards the city. “Just forget it. It’s only blood.”

I shuddered, turning my head away from him. Anything below my skin felt scorched as time went on. “No. You took my passion.”

“You left it in the open.”

“You took my faith.”

He darkly scoffed. I could imagine him, observing the defenseless city before him with blank irises. “You didn’t have much to begin with.”

“The only thing…you gave me was…false security.”

At that, he had no reply. I detected his barely audible footsteps, and then felt him kneel down beside me. “It’s not my fate to fall in love or provide protection.” He brushed a strand of hair away from my eyes. “All I can do is disappear and fade into your recollections.”

He stood once more, dragging the gray comforter from the bed I had collapsed by, to drape it over me. I had nothing to fire back at him, too worn out from my disillusionment. All I could do was study him coldly before he walked away to the window.

“Which is all I will ever be, in terms of existence.”

I blinked, fatigue tugging at me resiliently - and that was when I heard the glass shatter. When I peeked up again, it seemed as if fragments of crystal were raining from the sky. Crystals stained with rouge.

random babble... ok, j'espère que ce n'est pas mal (i hope it's not bad). i know how repetitive and boring vampires can get. but, at the same time, their allure always amazes me. a bientôt et au revoir (see you soon and good-bye)!